As easy and as useful as Kindles and e-readers are, I don't think I'll ever get over my love of physical books. The feel of running your fingers over the paper and ink, crisp and new or soft with use. The sound of pages flipping as you quickly try(more) to catch a certain number or words and find a page. The way you hold them close to your chest as if to protect both the characters and you from the harsh reality. It just feels different, more tangible than a colder electronic. (less)
"Wait, is that-" Jill started to turn her head at the figure that just walked by.
"Nope!" replied Bethany, grabbing her friend's wrist and tugging her along.
"But I thought-"
(more) "He's coming this way, Beth!"
"Shit! Are we with in run and hide distance?" Beth began searching for an escape route.
"It can't be that bad...."
"Jill!" she whispered exasperatedly, "we can't just give in. If we stay, he'll attempt hypnotize us to make us succumb to his demands, his little traveling band of rogues will try to overcome us, we'll turn into ugly beasts and all escape will be futile. We won't ever be the same again. "
"Beth.... it's the ice cream truck. Calm your shit. " (less)
The knocking resonated through the tree.
"Did you hear that?" She looked down at the small boy pressed up against the tree with a look of pure cute concentration etched into his face.
"Yeaaaaaah, but why did it sound weird?" he asked her.
"Well sweetie, it doesn't have the res(more)t of tree in it. It's empty. Hollow."
He looked at the tree, chipping at some of the bark with his pudgy fingers. "Momma says this tree is dead and don't know why you keep commin back."
The aunt kneeled so she was face to face with him. "Well, the tree may not be alive itself anymore, but it's not dead. Look around, what do you see."
"I see birds.... and lots of bugs. Oh and a squirrel!" He pointed out each as he called out to them joyously.
"And there's a lot more animals and plants, but they're not dead. They're alive because of this tree, because it was once alive and it's still here. So the tree isn't entirely dead, not really. It lives through what it did for the rest of the forest, how it helped and let the other animals and plants live. So as long as the animals and plants it helped, help others in the forest, it'll never die. Does that make sense, sweetheart?"
"Kinda. So the tree will live forever?" he asked.
"Is it like that for us too? Like Uncle Will?"
She gave a small smile at the mention of her husband and ruffled his hair."Now you're getting it. So don't be sad if we're not always right next to you, Henry. Just remember us and we'll always be there for you. No matter what."
"I swear to God, Nick. If you hon-"
"Kir, relax. I know what I'm doing."
"But you haven't finished your training. I told you-"
"And I'm telling you. I don't need it. I can do this on my own. Just believe in me. Please. I just need you to(more) believe in me Kira." He held his breath for he didn't hear anything over the comm. He needed to do this. He didn't want to be a monster anymore. What was the use of his skills if he couldn't go with them anymore.
Neither him or Kira were perfect, but she made him want to be better. He finally saw himself as having a chance to help people. They needed him. And he needed Kira to understand that.
Finally a tired sigh came through the comm. "Alright."
Nick then heard the click and whir of machines in the background. It was almost time to go.
"Just come back to me." Kira whispered into his ear. His heart almost cracked. She sounded scared, and he hated it. But this was something he had to do, and they both knew that it.
"I always do," replied Nick as the lights brightened around him. (less)
"You're not celebrating?"
"It's your birthday."
"I'm not hungry."
A sigh. "I didn't ask if you were hungry. Besides our friends aren't that good at cooking anything besides Ramen and left over take out anyway."
"I just don't like my birthday, I always feel like a kid,"(more) huffed the birthday boy.
"But you are a kid. We're all kids-"
"We're 20.... Well you are, everyone keeps telling me I'm 4."
She shook her head. "You didn't let me finish Mr. Grumpy pants. We're still kids inside. We love to have fun, have imaginations, play with our friends. Being an adult is a pain in the ass. It's filled with bad lunches, stress, and pressures, kinda like a really bad fart that stinks up the place. So don't be in rush to grow up, Stink-brain. Enjoy being 5 years old again and being a kid sometimes."
"Did you just call me a fart?" He asked incredulously.
"You deserved it. Now come on, stop being a party pooper." She replied, smiling as she walked back towards the music and laughter
He chuckled before following her. "And they say I'm five."
What were they? A procession of gods? They certainly act like it with their fire sticks that can kill a man in instant, their wild beasts that sound like storms when they run, and their strange pale faces.
But I don't understand. The high priest didn't predict suc(more)h a thing in the stars. We've made the appropriate sacrifices to satisfy their thirst. Why do they attack? We are their humble servants.
What are they doing? They're taking my family, my friends, my king. They're hurting them. Some are dead, some are working hard, some have disappeared forever and I don't know where they are. Have we not pleased them enough?
Surely these cannot be gods, I do not believe so anymore. They are strangers, monsters. (less)
"Why did I agree to spar with you, again?" she asked, ducking his punch while swiping out her left leg at his knees.
He easily dodged her kick with a back flip. "Because you like me," he replied confidently. "Think of it as your wedding gift to me."(more)
She snorted. "I'm your favorite sister who helped organize most of your wedding. If anything you should be getting me a gift." The woman grabbed his punching arm and flipped him over with a grunt.
"Now what's really going on?" his sister asked quietly as he lay breathing hard on his back.
"Nothing, just--" he ran his hands over his sweaty face. "It'll be different. I mean I'm happy and excited to marry her, but we're going far away from here." He removed his hands and looked into blue eyes exactly the same as his own.
She smiled understandingly and sat down next to him. "I'll miss you too, ya big sap."
He rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling.
"Besides," She replied nonchalantly, "we're twins. Every time you look in the mirror it'll be like I never left. You can't escape me! Mwahahaha" she cried out before busting into laughter.
It wasn't long before she found herself getting flipped a couple feet away.
"S'not that bad," she mumbled through her laughs and heavy breaths. "You could be like me and see you every time I look in the mirror...... oh wait." (less)
I'm not sorry that I took the last chocolate chip. It was delicious. (And I "helped" you make it so I get automatic dibs).
(more) I'm not sorry I threatened to leave you at home because you took too long to get ready. I have the car keys.
But I am sorry that I'm not always there for you anymore. It's harder when I'm 2 hours away for 9 months of the year and you're getting through school. I can't show you how to do your make up or fix your hair the way you like it, or teasing you while encouraging you to learn to drive, I'm sorry I can't be there for all successes both in school and sports. You're doing great in both so be proud of yourself.
The thing is, you're my little sister and I miss you, both of you.
Too many and too little.
How would you describe yourself? It's a question asked by every interviewer, resume, and first day of school get-to-know-you assignments.
Well what version do you want?
Do you want the cookie cutter version of being nice, hardworking, smart, and funny? Because that can be tru(more)e, but that's not me all the time.
There's too little words to describe all my different quirks and emotions. I'm a lot of things, just like everyone else. To find out what someone's like get to know them, them and everything that falls under the umbrella of their personality.
Words can help fill in some of the space, but they can't fill everything. Sometimes words come easy, but when it comes down to it, it's about getting a basic sense of the person. So just watch and learn for yourself, not by seemingly little and easy questions. (less)
"So.... what now?" He shuffled along beside her, knowing despite her parent's answers he was still in trouble.
She huffed. "We're invalids."
"No, that's you with a broken arm and recovering from getting run through with a sword."
"Well, you decided to play scientific experiment with my parents(more) while I'm in a coma."
"That's my decision."
"But it's my fault, if you hadn't followed me..."
"That was my choice. When are you going to get that, Kira?" He said, turning to face her.
"So now you're different, from your family, from your friends, from anything else."
A grin spread over his face "That never stopped you. Now we can both be different. It never stopped you before, and it's not going to stop me now." (less)
It sticks and coats in an unsatisfying way, sliding over skin like cheap glue that hasn't solidified yet. Escape is dreamed of but never achieve as you search for a trace of air that allows breath to poor out. Then the haze settles as things become more and more(more) unclear while you become more desperate for relief. It's suffocating. You attempt to seek comfort with your companions or at least shed some of the psychological discomfort building up inside. But you're rejected. "It's natural," they say. "What can you do?" they say. Nothing. At least, nothing found in naturally in the wild life. So you opt for unnatural means, like going inside a house with a functioning high powered air conditioner because humidity freaking sucks. (less)